One year, several weeks before Christmas, my children and I were in the car getting ready to go Christmas shopping. My son was about six years old and my daughter was about three years old. Out of the blue, my son confidently said,
“Mommy, I know there isn't a Santa Claus. It's you and daddy.”
Saddened from hearing this and because I didn't want the Santa experience spoiled for my daughter, I quickly replied,
“Oh really?” Did you know that when you stop believing in Santa, he stops coming?”
My son's eyes became huge and with complete sincerity, he promptly answered,
“OH, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE!!”
I have often wondered, why believe in Santa Claus?
When I was little, I loved believing this jolly, round man left me gifts under the Christmas tree. I always knew the true meaning of Christmas had nothing to do with Santa Claus, but to me, he was a wonderful old man that made Christmas “magical.”
I cherish all the memories of my children and their Santa Claus experience, just as I treasure my childhood memories of my Santa Claus experience.
Santa Claus ignites the fuel to our Christmas imagination with child-like magic, enchantment and joyful anticipation. Santa Claus teaches us the importance of giving and the fun of receiving. To me, he brings out the better part of ourselves. He brings out our child-like innocence.
Not believing in Santa was not an option in our home. So, if anyone asks me if I believe in Santa Claus, I will whole heartedly reply,
“I BELIEVE! I BELIEVE!”